Sara soon joined them, and a little later, Preston Garth,--who was back
in town for a day or so, to assist in setting up some new apparatus
lately arrived at the laboratory,--strolled up the walk.
"You're too late!" exclaimed Molly saucily, as he dropped upon the upper
step, and began fanning himself vigorously with his hat; "Morton's eaten
up all the muffins, and I think Sara finished the peaches."
"And I suppose, as usual, Miss Molly had nothing," was the ironic reply.
"Oh, a trifle--not worth mentioning"--
"Yes, Molly has a starved appearance, as you may have observed," put in
Sara. "But, Mr. Garth, in spite of her discouraging remarks, I think we
could find"--
"Oh, thank you, Miss Olmstead--I have been to tea; just left the table,
in fact, and am on my way back to the museum, so dropped in here. Has
anybody noticed the sunset to-night?" All turned to observe it (the
house fronted towards the south), and simultaneously exclaimed at its
grandeur. The sun was just dropping behind a thunderous bank of clouds,
closely resembling a range of mountains capped with snow, now tinged
ruddily with the dying light, and between these crowding peaks was an
arched opening, as if a vaulted passageway had been blasted through the
mass of rock, giving a vista of pale blue sky, from which radiated
prismic bars of light, while way above the topmost peak, like some
beacon-light suspended high, swung the new moon, a slender crescent,
also near its setting.
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